Sweet dreams, Leora

I watched as Ava walked away from the arena, her steps heavy with the weight of defeat. I hesitated for a moment, torn between following her and giving her space to process the events that had just transpired. In the end, I decided to approach Ava, knowing that their friendship was stronger than any rivalry.

Taking a deep breath, I made her way towards Ava, my heart heavy with concern. As I drew closer, I could see the tension in Ava's shoulders, the furrow of her brow betraying the turmoil within.

"Ava," I called out softly, my voice tentative. "Are you alright?"

Ava turned to face her, her expression guarded. "I'm fine," she replied curtly, her tone clipped.

I frowned, sensing the walls Ava had erected around herself. "You don't seem fine," I observed gently. "Is there anything I can do?"

Ava shook her head, her gaze flickering away. "There's nothing you can do, Leora. This is something I have to deal with on my own."